Summer Rain

I love summer rain just like birds love the blue sky and fish love the sea, an innate love. Whenever it rained as a child, I would excitedly carry a big umbrella with my bare feet and my buddies to take the water from the ruts and potholes on the dirt road for half a day. When it rains in summer, parents also suspended their work in the fields, the whole family gathered together is very cozy. Perhaps the summer rain was distasteful to my hard-working parents, but for me, this warmth only became stronger with the arrival of the summer rain.

The summer rains set off my childhood thoughts and awakened my long-lost memories, and I have an inseparable fondness for them. Now that I am old, I am still full of longing for summer rains.

The arrival of the summer rain can make the hot weather cooler, and the original boring mood can be calmed down. At night, the summer rain drowns out the hustle and bustle of the road, and only the sound of the rain unifies the peace. Late at night, the rain stopped, and all is silent, listen to the frogs in the pond croaking low, crickets in the grass chirping softly, everything is so quiet and harmonious, put aside the busy work to forget the worries of trivial matters, after the rain cool breeze, that situation is intoxicating, I hope that time will always stay in that moment.

In the morning, I couldn't wait to push open the window, the fresh air mixed with the smell of the earth, the cool breeze in the room, and suddenly the muddy and dreary air in the house became fresh. The rain outside the window is pouring and drizzling, sometimes tight and sometimes sparse, so spontaneous and unrestrained, the summer rain is not as lingering as the spring rain, not to mention the autumn rain so sluggish. The crystal clear raindrops like broken pearls fell on the lotus leaves with recklessness and made a "pop" sound, and finally splashed everywhere. Last night's rain was a bit heavy, the summer rain mercilessly destroyed the blooming lotus flowers, red petals were broken everywhere, and even the dense rose leaves on the courtyard wall were also knocked off the ground. The rain filled the entire lotus tank with rootless duckweed spilling outward, and the duckweed soon gathered together with the petals and leaves. I had planned to drench the dry pond today, but the arrival of the summer rains made this work can be omitted. The summer rain came so hard that it didn't have time to disperse to the lower recesses and form a puddle at the corner of the yard.

I used to wear loose pajamas and sit on the sofa by the living room window, burning a cigarette and making a pot of tea, and gazing out the window. The rain fell like beans and formed a series of blisters in the puddles, but soon became a bubble.

I began to busy the family breakfast, rather than say I like to cook breakfast rather than enjoy the family happy to eat my hand-made breakfast satisfaction. The house was filled with the tantalizing aroma of breakfast, and I began to clean each room after breakfast was done, and after cleaning up the nooks and crannies, the house was already clean and fresh, and I felt a sense of accomplishment inside. Yes, my love is usually very busy, I am not at home when the home and outside the home is her care, weekend I this hard work and what is it.

I think the farmers and vendors must be in a lost mood, they must be watching the door and praying for the rain to stop soon. Pedestrians on the road are also sparse, who do not want to "lie flat" in this windy weather but to make a living, they still have to travel rain or shine. At the moment I'm glad I don't need to work like a mule like them, at least the weekend summer rainy days belong to me, I can stay at home and do what I like to do.

I don't think I'm a gloater who puts happiness on top of other people's pain, I must admit that I'm a sentimental person, especially in this colorful summer rainy season this kind of sentiment is getting stronger.